Disclaimer: I don't owe the Teen Titans nor any of its characters.

This is the aftermath of the last episode "Things Change" which is the best episode in my opinion.

A/N: Well, this fic's going to continue in the theory that Terra knew what BB was talking about but simply was denying the fact in exchange for a normal life. This is the theory I proudly concur and stand by. There are many nuances and signs that Terra does that support the story. But proving that she didn't really have amnesia isn't the story so here we go…

A/N: I can tell you from the beginning, there is going to be a LOT of symbolism and metaphors and foreshadowing because I like them. See if you can catch them.

Also, this fic is just the beginning of a planned very long story. I'm just interested in the reaction and response of this story. If you would just care to review on my doings, that would be great and I know that somebody is reading it 

Since I'm just writing this out as I go along, I appreciate any proposed ideas. Thanks and enjoy!

Aftermath

Chapter I : Contemplation

"You don't appreciate something until it's gone"

But what's worse.. losing somebody you love or knowing that they forgot you ever existed..

"The girl you once knew.. she's only a memory..."

Knowing.. that the one you love, the one you hold most dearly to your heart views you only as merely a trifle, a figment of the past or an unidentifiable entity.

Knowing.. that she's still out there but unattainable, unable to be induced or persuaded to come home.

Knowing.. that the enjoyable times that was shared counted as nothing..

Knowing.. that a priceless bond was razed into the depths of calamity all too quickly in a fragile line between consciousness and memory

.. but worse.. knowing that all of this..was unintentional and that she was unaware of the heartbreak that emanated..

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Sometimes in life, it's a prevalent belief that everything all falls into exact places – that we are pieces of a game moved according to rules and protocols – that every possible road leads to a happy ending – a fairy tale ending. But life's just not a storybook to be read and foreshadowed. Life's not a quick read to be looked at and tossed away. Life doesn't come with insurance to guarantee a fairy tale ending. Life won't halt into equilibrium of balance between good and bad nor will it attempt to rationalize unjustifiable occurrences and happenings. Life forces a predetermined fate on those that fall under it – acceptance. Perhaps it forces acceptance and not conciliation. So to this end, that for better or worse, things change.

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"I'm on my way, Robin", confirmed Beast Boy.

I hung back in the shadows of the private school watching my former companion sprint to his destination unaware of my falsifications. Slowly, I retraced my steps back to the foyer of the geometry class hesitant on entering. For one last time, I rotated my head in the direction of the exit that was Beast Boy's and then at the knob of the geometry door in front of me. The knob, fluorescent yellow, had just been polished and renewed. And there, it was gleaming at me with its new furnished look. I stared back at it likewise.

No more superheroes, no more fighting, just a normal life – peace and quiet..

I'm sorry Beast Boy. It would be better for you anyways.

I'm still the girl you knew, but I won't be the girl I knew.

I gently slid my hand over the glazed yellow coat, firmly twisted the doorknob and opened it ever so slightly and diffidently that only a sliver became revealed. Decisively, I sighed unable to look back and pushed the door open. The door moved gracefully at first and then, as hesitantly as I did, it halted its movement and finally slowed to a stop resulting with a painful creak.

I've made my choice, Beast Boy.

I don't think we'll be seeing each other anytime soon.

"Well Ms. Markov, you certainly are late today. Normally, I would proceed to lecture you about the importance and essentialness of being consistently punctual to class but seeing as you are fairly new here…I'll grant you a pardon. Now then, please close the door, have a seat in the front row, and open up to page 34 in your textbooks"

I performed a dubious nod and conformed to his request. However, just before I reached for the door, my sixth sense became instigated. I couldn't distinguish but I perceived that somebody watched me. And this somebody – it was an eerie vibe, not one that originates from innocent school children but from malicious intent. I gasped quickly and turned my head over to a vacant hallway.

"Ms. Markov…?"

With that, I snapped back to reality. Reality as it would be in the middle of a group my giggling classmates. And just as I tried to forget my guilt of lying to Beast Boy, I tried to forget my feelings of foreboding. However, the misgivings deep inside me shouted an unforeseen parallel – I could try, but I would fail.

And with that, I sat down and read the textbook like any other schoolgirl. But while I held the textbook in front of me, my eyes refused to read. My brain overrode my eyes and it pondered the fate of Beast Boy. This wonderment was not the concern of my choice for a regular life but a concern of my choice on lying to Beast Boy. Throughout my life, Beast Boy proved as my best friend and to lie to him after all my experiences would be the equivalent of a slap across the face.

"Ms. Markov, you forgot to close the door. May I remind you that closing the door is quite essential to the process of learning. It provides ample peace and quiet that everybody is entitled to unperturbed by the disruption brewing outdoors. That's what everybody wants, isn't it?"

"Mostly everybody, but not everybody", I replied promptly. My brain was doing quite the job with controlling my mouth while it ruminated on the green titan.

"To teach you a lesson, Ms. Markov, I'm going to have you walk up here and close the door yourself. Ms. Markov, I suggest that you shut this door immediately in respect for your classmates and school lest my impatience reaches a climax."

I conformed to his request again and more promptly so. As I sauntered to the door in contemplation, I received another sense of somebody watching – watching my every movement and decision with pinpoint criticism and judgment like a beast upon a prey. It seemed that every move I took, the beast reanalyzed its strategy upon its prey. It sent a chill down my spine. I dismissed this notion immediately and effectively as I continued my contemplation.

Is Beast Boy thinking about me? Maybe I made the wrong choice and shouldn't have lied to him about forgetting his existence.

I'm not even sure if I want a regular life.

I reached for the door that led to an agape and vacant hallway. As the door began to move from its original opened and rested position, it caught more speed.

No, I just want a private life with standard normality. If that amounts to removing Beast Boy from my life, so be it. I'm adapted to my new life and I'm happy with it. That's something even Beast Boy won't ever adjust to. How normal can my life be if I know or am with a superhero? Ever since that fight in the cave with Slade, it set a milestone for realization in my life. I'm just not cut out to be a superhero like the Titans. My powers provide me something that I just can't trust and they need to be controlled and not used in order for me to be normal. If somebody asked me for my ideal outcome in life, with all my horrible mistakes and unforgivable choices, I would reply "a normal, quiet, peaceful life." And that's my final decision.

The last thing I saw of the hallway before the bell rung was the final sliver before the door shut. The door clanged with a resounding echo that reverberated throughout the hallways. Not many in the school heard its affirming noise. None in the now quiet classroom could hear its disruptive resonance either, much less Beast Boy.

A/N Okay, so basically Terra is troubled at the prospect of lying to one of her (now former) best friends about wanting a regular life. I kind of made this chapter just build up because the next part, I guarantee, will be a surprise.

I think the last italicized paragraph really explains her motives so its not like

T: I don't know you.

B: Okay.

T: Maybe I shouldn't have said that.